The Crazy Rich Davenports Box Set, page 63
“Look, she’s being all shy.” She steps behind one of the other women but keeps her eyes glued to Andy.
“I think I’ll go over and introduce myself.” He tugs up his tights.
“Go get ’em, pussycat.” I hiss and laugh. I walk over to the punch table and pull out the bottle of vodka I stashed under my nightstand and pour it in. I tip the last bit to my lips and throw it in the trash right before Lucy comes back out of the house alone. The haughty mom must have left. Good riddance.
“Mom, who is that?” She gestures to Andy.
“Looks like Catwoman to me.”
“Please tell me that’s not one of your friends?” She starts to walk toward the group of women and Andy lets out a high-pitched girly scream. The mom dressed in pink is spraying something in Andy’s eyes.
“You bitch!” he yells as his eyes water and start to swell.
Lucy and I run over to him. “What did you do?” she yells.
“She maced me.” Andy is crying.
“He…she…it…squeezed my tits and said I would do!”
“Well, those are some pretty expensive tits you got there.” I honk one of them.
“Mother!” Lucy pushes both of us away from the snots. “Please go away!”
Unappreciative child. I take Andy into the bathroom to wash out his eyes. He can’t see, but when he turns the water on, it’s bloodred. Even better, I chuckle to myself.
He rinses several times, and as he finishes, I stand between him and the mirror and hand him a towel to dry his face.
“I still can’t see, and they burn like a son of a bitch.”
“I know, sweetie. Let’s go get you some more vodka to kill the pain.”
We walk outside, and the lights have dimmed. Kids are running around in their costumes, chomping on candy. Bryant is playing with a little boy when we step up to the bouncy house. Both of them run off screaming when they see Andy with what looks like blood smeared down his face.
“What’s wrong with them.” He squints, trying to see them.
“I have no idea.” I laugh.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Maxwell come out the back door of the house, and my heart starts racing. I don’t know how he pulled it off, but he’s dressed like Beetlejuice.
“Ah, Andy, you’re going to have to find your way back to the cottage. I have some pressing matters I need to attend to.” The only thing pressing is my vagina, but it’s way more important than Andy.
I release him, and he draws both of his arms in the air. He looks like a damn zombie. “Eleanor, I can’t see a thing.”
“Keep going straight. You’ll be fine.”
Chapter 13
Ford
“DAMN PEPPER! DAMN Daisy! I plan on forgetting both of them tonight.” I grab a bottle of whiskey from the liquor cabinet and slam the back door on my way out.
“Ford, wait! I’m coming with you,” Gemma yells after me.
“I need some fresh air. Why don’t you get Rye to take you, and for God’s sake, don’t bring Pepper.” I hike my leg over my bike and zip up my leather jacket, tucking the whiskey bottle inside it.
“Aren’t you dressing up?” Pepper is standing behind Gemma, twirling a lock of her hair and licking her lips.
“I’m a little old for dress up.” I start my bike and rev the engine, causing a familiar vibration between my legs. I already have a hard-on from Pepper.
“Be careful out there tonight.”
I glance up as I hear Daisy’s voice. My dick grows harder, and I fight everything in me to not get off this bike and bend her ass over the seat and fuck her until daylight.
Jesus, I need to get laid.
One boot hits the ground while my other lands on the pedal as I start to move. My thick hair blows out of my face as I take off into the night air. I’m stupid for not wearing a helmet, but I feel the need to be daring. Maybe it’s the adrenaline rush…or the fucking hormones racing through my body that need a release.
It only takes a short time to get to the beach. There all loads of cars and bikes lined along the dunes. A few familiar faces are tailgating, and I can smell the bonfire in the air. Most are wearing a costume and I know I said I was too old, but the truth is, I feel like I’m hiding behind a mask every day. And tonight, I just want to be Ford. A young man with not a care in the world, instead of the world on my shoulders.
I unscrew the bottle and raise it to my lips, letting the burn rage through me. Couples are gathered on the shoreline making out; others are roasting marshmallows on a stick.
“Hey, Ford. I haven’t seen you around in a while.” Easton is one of my old high school buddies. He’s never left the area. He’s a rich boy, but very down to earth. His father died his freshmen year of college, and he had to quit and take over his father’s furniture business.
He and I are a lot alike in some ways, except his family is on the up-and-up. He loves what he does, and I feel trapped.
“Hey, man. It’s good to see you.” I stick out my hand.
“How’s school going?”
I don’t want to get into the sorry details of my life and that I dropped out, so I lie. “Great.” I tip the bottle up again.
“Isn’t that Vicky over there?” He points to a hot little redhead dressed as a sexy nurse.
She was homecoming queen for the class ahead of me and left for an Ivy League school as soon as she graduated.
Easton elbows me in the side. “I think she’s into you, man.”
I look over, and she winks at me. This may be my lucky night. “It’s good to see you, man.” I laugh and head over to her.
“Hi, Ford,” she says.
Her sexy legs look a mile long, and I instantly want them wrapped around me. “Hey, Vic.”
“You look sexy dressed as a biker,” she almost purrs as her finger toys with my collar.
“I’m not dressed up.” My gaze lingers over her body. “Are you home on a break?”
“Yeah,” she breathes out and her body relaxes. “I needed to get away from all those snotty men.”
She and I used to hook up after the football games when her boyfriend was in the locker room changing. “Whatever happened to…” I snap my fingers trying to remember his name.
“Dickhead.” She laughs. “He’s in New York, working for some big law firm.”
“Aren’t you in med school?”
“Yes, but I enjoy having a little fun.” Her hand runs down my arm. “Most of them are stuck-up suits. You’ve never been that way. You and I used to have a lot of fun together.” Her pink lips land on the bridge of my ear.
“We could go have a little…fun now.” I crank my head around, looking for a place we can sneak away to on the dunes.
She responds by looping her arm with mine and jerking me around.
“I take that as a yes.” I chuckle.
She lifts my hand to look at it. “I remember how skilled you are with these.”
For the first time in a long time, my dick gets hard for someone other than Daisy. I take that as a good sign and that I really need to get laid.
“You want to share some of that?” She points to the bottle in my other hand.
“Sure.” I give it to her and head over to a dark area.
She lets go of my hand. “I’ll be right back.”
“Where are you going?”
“To grab a blanket. Don’t worry. It’s only over there by the fire.” She blows me a kiss.
As her back is to me, I see Gemma, Rye, and Pepper come over the dune. I duck into the darkness but keep an eye on all of them. Pepper is dressed in costume, and she’s turning her head in each direction. I know she’s looking for me, but I don’t want her to see me, so I stay hidden.
Vicky comes running back with a plaid blanket tucked under her arm. I take another swig of whiskey, trying to ease the tension. I want this so badly, but I haven’t been with anyone since I hooked up with Daisy, and it’s making me anxious.
Vicky spreads the blanket on the ground and sits in the middle of it as I watch her.
“Are you going to join me?” She holds out her hand.
I tug my arms out of my jacket and lay it behind her on the blanket and sit beside her. I go for it without hesitation. My hands run through her hair, and I take her mouth in mine. She tastes different, not like strawberry-flavored gloss anymore. Her hand tugs at my hair and her other hand goes to my chest, knotting her fingers in my shirt.
I lay her back and unzip the white, tight costume that flaunts her breasts. She arches back when I kiss the swell of them and then slip my hand inside. The fact that she’s not wearing a bra makes me grow harder.
She groans and spreads her legs, and I slide between them and get on my knees. She raises up and unzips my jeans as I unbuckle my belt.
My cock plops out, and she licks her lips. “You’re not a young boy anymore,” she mewls.
“No, he’s not, and he’s taken,” Pepper’s voice blares from behind me.
I look over my shoulder, and she’s standing a few feet from me with her hands firmly planted on her hips.
“He doesn’t feel taken to me.” Vicky squeezes my cock. “You look like the kind of girl who would like to join us. What do you say to that?”
Oh God, Vicky, no. She has no idea what she’s saying. I don’t move an inch.
Pepper’s hand slides onto my shoulder and applies a little pressure. “His girlfriend doesn’t like to share,” she says, but it almost sounds strained. I know Pepper would do a threesome in a minute.
“I don’t have a girlfriend,” I grit out between Vicky’s strokes.
Pepper bends over me, reaches down, and puts her hand on Vicky’s and mimics her movements. My cock is so engorged I want to explode. I have to clench my ass and squeeze my eyes to hold back.
“Go home, Pepper,” I growl.
She removes her hand and places her face mere inches from mine. Even in the darkness, I see the tears glistening in her eyes, and I know that Daisy is looking right through me.
She doesn’t say a word but gets up and walks away. I watch over my shoulder as she disappears back over the dune.
Chapter 14
Lucy
“OH, MY GOD. This party has gotten totally out of control, and I’m not sure how it happened.” I tilt a punch glass to my lips. “Vodka. How the hell…mother!”
She’s tucked herself in the corner of the pavilion, and she’s snapping pictures with her phone.
“What the hell are you doing?” Her flash nearly blinds me as she continues to snap.
“It’s called ammunition, sweetheart. How have you never learned to play dirty? These women are never going to remember this, and I will have shots to bribe them with. Oh…look at that one. She’s swinging her lime green bra in the air like a lasso.”
One of the snotty moms is dancing on the large picnic table, two of them are making out in a lounge chair, and now one is stripping.
“I’m calling them a cab.”
“You are no fun, daughter of mine.”
“What is that white shit on your face?”
“Your father.” She laughs and doesn’t miss a beat.
Dad comes up behind her and wraps his arms around her. His Beetlejuice makeup is smeared.
“I can’t even deal with the two of you right now. I have to get these kids and their mothers home safely.”
“I’ll take care of it, Lucy.” Dad pulls out his cell phone.
“Mom, please stop taking pictures.”
“Am I too late for the party?” A voice I don’t need to hear right now comes up from behind me.
“What are you doing here?” Good God; Troy is dressed in an all-leather pirate costume complete with an eye patch and a hook for an arm. Don’t lose your shit, Luce, I’m trying to convince myself.
You can keep your shit together, but I’m fucking that! Peaches is stripping.
I ignore him and walk away. I round up the kids as Dad has a limo van pulling up in the driveway. The two moms that were making out are passed out. Dad and I carry them to the van. He gives the driver directions and shuts the door.
“Mom, I’m sleepy,” Bryant says through a full open-mouth yawn.
“Me too.” Bets’s eyes are barely open.
“Your mom and I will take them to bed. I think there is one other thing you need to deal with.” He leans his head in the direction of Troy and then kisses me on the forehead.
I’d say I’d almost rather deal with my one-night stand of a mother, but that’s simply not true.
“Are you going to continue to ignore me all night?” Troy swaggers my direction.
“Who invited you anyway?”
“Pepper called and said there was a party.”
“This is…was the children’s party. That music you hear blaring over there from the cottage, that’s the party you want. Between Pepper’s friends and Yaya’s friends from the retirement home, they’ve had that place rocking. I’m surprised the neighbors haven’t called the cops.”
The punch glasses clink together as I start the cleanup process.
“I don’t want to go to their party, Luce.”
Gah. Why does his voice have to sound so deep and sexy. “Look, I’ve had an extremely long day, and I’d appreciate it if you would leave.”
You don’t mean that. My libido is tugging up her pantyhose.
He stalks closer to me and the glasses crash to the floor as I step backward.
“I want you.”
“No.” I try to sound firm, but a squeak slides between my lips.
“I. Want. You.”
“No.”
Yes, yes, yes! Peaches is screaming and fanning herself.
Troy’s silver hook curls around my arm and pulls me into his hard chest.
“Luce.” His breath is on my neck.
“I don’t trust you, Troy,” I whisper.
“That may be true, but you trust me with your body.”
His hard cock presses into the part of me that really wants him.
You’re kidding yourself if you think you are any more trustworthy than him. Peaches is smoking a cigarette and blowing circle rings into the air. You know you want him.
I pull away.
“You know you want me as much as I want you.” He grabs me by the waist with one hand and yanks his black leather belt off with his other hand. “Give me your hands, Luce.”
Don’t listen to him, I foolishly try to convince myself. My hands go to him. I think they have a mind of their own.
Peaches is putting out her cigarette.
The belt squeezes around my wrist as he loops it around me and pulls it tight. Once he’s sure it’s tight, he takes the other end and drags me over to a tree and carries a chair with us.
“Climb on the chair, Luce,” he orders. “Wait.” He pulls off his eye patch and slips it over my head and positions it over my right eye. “Fucking hot,” he growls.
My mind is still yelling stop, but my body is overheated and needs relief. He steadies me as I climb on the chair. I stand in the middle, and he joins me.
“Raise your hands over your head.”
I do as he says, and he pulls off his hook and reaches over me, looping the other end of the belt over one of the thick branches.
“Ah!” My muscles in my arms scream.
“Don’t fight it.”
He steps down, and his large hands run up and down my leg and under my skirt. He roughly tugs my panties down my leg.
“Pick your feet up, Luce.”
He yanks them over my silver heels. “These are staying on,” he moans. He throws them in the air, and they land on one of the smaller branches. Then he reaches up and grabs the collar of my white blouse and grips, pulling it apart, and the buttons go flying.
My chest is heaving, and I can’t stop it. My skirt leaves my body next.
I’m standing with my arms in the air, silver shoes, an eye patch, and a see-through white bra.
His arms are crossed over his chest, and he’s admiring every inch of me, and I feel it down to my throbbing core.
I watch him as he walks around me. Craning my neck, I try to keep my gaze on him.
“Face forward,” I hear, then the sound of his zipper. The chair squeaks as his heavy boots push down on it.
His warm leather presses into my skin from behind. His rough hands release the latch on my bra, and my breasts are freed for his greedy hands.
I lean my head back on his shoulder as he plants his lips on my neck. Giving into him is way too easy. His fingertips tweak my nipples, and my knees buckle.
“I’ve got you, Luce. Let me take care of you.”
His hand slides further down, in between my legs.
“Damn you’re hot and wet.” He walks around me and hikes my legs over his hips and onto him. I can do nothing but hold on to the belt and tighten my legs around him. He rises up and down, and he grows harder and harder.
Even in the cold air, sweat beads down my body.
“Let go, Lucy,” he commands my body.
“No!” My body tightens.
He abruptly pulls out and is on his knees. His tongue dips deep inside me, and his fingers work their magic inside me too.
I pull up on the belt trying to…what resist him…or give into him.
His hands on my hips are going to leave bruises. He lifts his head to look at me, and his face glistens with me on him.
“Are you going to give me what I want?”
I shake my head frantically.
Standing again, he raises only one leg this time, up and over him. One hand is on my ass, and the other is behind my neck, drawing me so close, we are one.
He rocks his hips and hits that spot that rules my orgasm.
“That’s it, Luce, I feel you.” His thrusts become short and shallow, creating a perfect rhythm between us. I can take no more. An erotic moan escapes me, spilling into the cool air around us.
“Fuck, Lucy!” he yells and fills me.
When his body stops pulsating, he hops down and zips up his pants. He picks my skirt up off the ground and lays it on the table next to me.
“I’ll see you later, Lucy.”
